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"Why I Hate Stephenie Meyer"Teens and young adults love the newest thing. Screaming fans will sit for days in line to get or see what they want. Sex is in these days, and the mysterious and taboo are what it's all about. However teens not only want to buy the products of their idols, the want to live like them too, leaving all else behind and making choices based on the fantasies they drool over.
Who is behind all this chaos? After all someone had to feed these hungry, angst ridden adolescents what they wanted. One of these false gods is none other than Stephanie Meyer; the author behind the infamous book featuring dazzling teenaged heartthrobs that never die. Of course, I'm referring to the Twilight series.
Four books and two completed movies are what has driven millions of teens (and parents alike), totally crazy. The Twilight series has fans all over the world. However, despite the romantic craze and glamour, are Stephanie Meyer's books helping or hurting the health of their readers?
In Twilight, the story beg
Cluttered room, an office space
I look around, claustrophobic
Of the perfect teal wallpaper
Wearing happy pictures of a family
Remembering my own experiences
Where someone yells out to me
"Smile for the camera" and I always
Thought that they meant for me to
Appear happy, even if I wasn't
That's why I hate pictures
I can't fake a smile
At least not a convincing one
My eyes glaze over
I sit in front of these keys and I type
I look at the light switch with hostility
Because I know
That eventually it will be dark
I will be disturbed once again by
An innocent intruder who will
Break through my personal space
The clock does not tick anymore
It just stares at me because it knows I'm
Wasting time writing this
When I should be doing something
Like the future societal
That I am doomed to become
If not my doom
Then what else
A cracked desk
And a comfy black chair
That I find myself in daily
And an open book
I have not even read yet my
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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